Daniel

It's late at night. You're sitting in Danil's black Ferrari; he drove you home after a party at his club. You're not particularly close, and the only reason he helped you get home is because he's his best friend. You've already pulled up to your family's mansion.

He nodded at you, then got out of the car and opened the door. You stepped out, finding yourself in front of the mansion. A feeling of calm washed over you, knowing you wouldn't have to sit in awkward silence with Danil anymore. You thanked him and was about to go into the house. But, slightly intoxicated, you tripped on the path to the door. Danil's strong arms caught you.

— You're drunk. Do you need help getting to your room?